Camilla I'm at home alone just staring at my phone for you to write
I'm laying singled in my bed just stoned out of my head this Friday night
Oh Camilla you don't understand I haven't left my room
In a couple days, even though you might think what I'd want to
When you're scrolling by you might be thinking that it's me you see
But it's not really
Camilla I'm at home instead just circling my head don't ask my why
I'm making such a fuss, been feeling rather off so don't come by
And it always folds in blue as
As I'm leaning into chocolate
But a vision of it holds me very still
I don't even think it's real
Paroles2Chansons dispose d’un accord de licence de paroles de chansons avec la Société des Editeurs et Auteurs de Musique (SEAM)
